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Hungry for a change



I’m so hungry for a change, this monotony’s the same

I am starving because my fridge is in chains

Monopolies keep playing these games

It’s making us insane, dreams of gain leave us so drained

Selling hope like cocaine in a desert looking for rain

Peasants becoming deranged, we kill to ease the pain

We bereave so many names

I will leave B-more estranged

If my people just harnessed a grain

Of faith then he would seek us

That single pebble of sand could turn into infinite beaches

I want to explore further reaches

Then this ghetto ass existence

I am an emaciated rebel leading a binging resistance

I see thugs anorexic, hear hood rats rumbling stomachs

The church is obese as they let the streets plummet

You see you’ve reached your summit

Just waiting on the trumpet summons

Naw get up off your fat religious asses

And help win some souls

Cause even in the summer my city still feels cold

We have to be tenacious; yo we have to be bold

We have to fight beyond this world

To break the devils hold

I’m sick of our murder rate climbing like the pop charts

I’m sick of these guns stopping these young black hearts

I’m sick of our own people tearing us apart

Divide and Conq, from nappy to Konk

This is no where near what our ancestors taught

I’m so tired of living check to check

I’m so tired of this mothafucking debt

I’m so tired of robbing Peter being so stressed

I ‘m so tired because I aint pay that nigga Paul yet

I’m left with such passion in my gut

A yearning in my belly, I lust for better luck

I bust sometimes to ease the pain, what a vacant fuck

I cuss and relieve the strain, but I really need a touch

Some up above love will keep me through this rut

The world is a brothel, and we’ve all become the sluts

Dust has collected on our drive; we have taken such a dive

Into pool complacency we’re listless and alive

Apathetic and pathetic, excellence we can’t dread it

Less then great in us has been embedded

A stereotypical road we are headed



So caught up on superficial pleasures, we can do more than dance, dunk, and sing

Got a Benz in the hood and don’t own a motherf***ing thing

Black women are devoid of a ring, but got plenty of kids

Black men want the bitches and bling, or they doing a bid

This is no way to live, please help us lord

Put down the guns and pick up our verbal swords

Wars are constantly raging, but the battle is not mine

We start to get the upper hand, when we see beyond these naked eyes

My eyes are sunken in, I’m unnourished and weak

My ribs are showing and I’m too famished to weep

The damage is deep, the lavish feast I seek

When I do ingest this dinner I will regurgitate what I eat

To feed those who do desire, that perpetual fire

That burns because of a yearn to fuel what’s dire

The need to want more for myself will never ever tire

I’m unfed on wisdom of who I am, I long for a meal

I devour this spiritual meat until God says I’m filled

I just want to evolve, eager for an advance

My purpose is my resolve, born with an equal chance

Enhance this fragile body, food won’t stay ingrained

So I have to be relentless

I’m hungry for a change.